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People Don’t Anymore

I was outside taking a mid-morning break when an older gentleman walked out of the store.

I watch the people around me and notice things. It’s a good habit.

This gentleman was wearing a heavy coat, red baseball cap, grey running shorts reminiscent of Army PT gear, flip flops, and socks. His gait wasn’t the steadiest. I thought that better footwear would be a good thing for him the way he was walking because one little slip off the curb and…

There he went. Straight to his right side, luckily not hitting his head but knocking the glasses from his face. The chicken and book he was carrying went flying. Embarrassing for anyone but for a man, especially older, this is a strike to the ego.

And I did something I’m ashamed of, and you’re thinking I laughed.

I didn’t.

I hesitated.

And if you’ve been reading this blog for long, you’ll know why I hesitated.


People. I don’t like being around people much, but I enjoy peopleβ€”especially the elderly because they have so many stories and a lifetime of those stories to tell.

They’ve existed, like I have, in a time before social media and things like smartphones. We were connected to a world that didn’t have a signal. We were connected through actual relationships to people. Some of us still are.


I hesitated because, in this litigious society, you can have the best of intentions and still end up neck-deep in trouble you don’t want just by doing the right thing.

I don’t care; I still do the right thing. I just hate that I hesitated for a fraction of a second.

I ran over, and after a couple of tries, we got him back on his feet.

β€œAre you okay?”I asked.

β€œYeah. That’s the second time this week.”

I’m thinking it’s only Monday.

β€œThanks for helping. People don’t anymore,” he said.


People should. Maybe if we all did, it would make the world a better place.

People see what you do. Positive things people see others do can have a positive influence.

Someone’s always watching. You might think I’m talking about God, which is true.

Him.

But I’ve got someone else watching and learning from me. I can’t let him down.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Change The World (or Do A Kindness)

We went to a little Italian place tonight and I couldn’t finish the small pizza I ordered. I knew this when I ordered but wanted a Hawaiian pizza.

(Stop here for a moment. This isn’t about you not liking pineapple on your pizza. It’s not that I don’t care, I can’t. I love pineapple and ham on a pizza. It’s perfection.)

The waitress asked me if I had a problem with the food. I told her no, I was full and we’d had a late lunch. We’ve never had a bad meal or service at that restaurant. She said I might be a blessing in disguise because one of the boys that worked in the kitchen was hungry and had no money to eat.

Okay, I heard one of the boys in the back was angry. The waitress had walked away and I looked at the wife and said said, β€œDid they do something to my pizza?”

She told me the waitress said hungry not angry. I felt something push me up out my chair and went to find the waitress. Reached in my pocket and pulled out a twenty and told the waitress to put it in the boys pocket, just make sure he got it.

It doesn’t matter how bad you got it someone else has it worse. I was wasting food someone else would gladly take. I would have spent that twenty on something stupid most likely. He’ll eat another meal or two.

I’m blessed. Beyond measure. What I have is fantastic. I surely hope I never receive what I deserve.

I got friends, family, a decent job and food in my belly. My kids want for nothing and have a roof over their heads. And they are loved just like the rest of my friends and family.

Count your blessings.

(This ain’t tooting my own horn or nothing. Go out and do nice things for people that can’t do anything for you so that they in turn may do nice things for others. It’s one of the only ways we’ll change this world.)